Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.